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 Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 10:26 am
scimentar  scimentar is locked in a duel with a shade dragon and has suffered a devastating blow and has taken cover behind a rock dam thing wont quit has seen its shadow move across the wall n dove out from behind the rock slashed it tail making it roar from the pain "how do you like it" he shouted as he started tomove towards the exit of the cave know that the dragon would folllow soon after he dove off the cliff at the entrance of the cave and into the river below ((we'll fix the pic thing but pass))
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 12:11 am
~Ratioas~
The blood covered the floor, drowning the choped bodies. The knife in her hand was stained with her precious ruby wine. Rat licked the knife and laughed loudly. Her parents stared at her with their unmoving eyes, silently pleading for help. She kicked their heads away to the corner and lit the house on fire. "Now, this is the start...."
Rat woke up in a cold sweat, panting from the dream. After a while she smiled and rose from her bed. The dream was a comfort to her, not a nightmare. It meant she could kill anyone. Her family wasn't a problem so why shouldn't a stranger be easy? She had gotten a letter from another employer about an ice demon who had frozen his summer home. "This might be an interesting fight." She thought about how much blood would be shed.
And Smiled. ((pass))
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 7:18 pm
Anabell anabell creepy slowly threw the town, she kept her eyes down, she moved slowly to make sure she didnt hit anyone, today something was wronge, she could feel it, i began to hurry, away from people, they knew her only as the unwanted one, because her parents didnt keep her, she ran faster as everyone began to stare at her. she ran into an alley the only place she felt safe anymore. though even here it felt like the towns people's stares were still on her, burning into her back, her face, her body into hr soul. she hated it. but she could do nothing about it... ((HUzzah! get posting ^_^))
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 1:52 am
Selene  Selene sat quietly upon the roof, her bow slung across her back. She looked up into the blindingly beautiful sun, her blue eyes glittering in response. Selene looked about, the same thought twisting through her mind, over and over: 'Where the hell is he?' Her gaze fluttered from the decrepit old brick, to the window of the house below. Selene watched as a mother carried her child around the kitchen, working and entertaining the child as she went. Selene half smiled, as she doubted this would ever be in her future. Sure, Selene loved Lance with all her heart, but they were both assassin mercenaries. When would they ever have time for a family? She looked up one last time, nimbly got to her feet, and dove head first off the building. Selene's body twisted in mid-air, and she ricocheted herself off of the brick wall, landing gently on her feet in the alleyway. Selene straightened her coat with a flick of her tail, and set off down the alley. "Well fine. If he's going to be completely late, then I'll go looking for him!" Selene said as she turned the corner, and walked out into the people-filled streets, becoming one with the crowd as she started her day with a hunt. After reeming out her husband, it was time to work; stalk the prey, her targets being that off a gang leader and his two cohorts. Nothing like a walk in the park to start off another day. ((well done, pass))
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 5:52 pm
Viktor
The Beggar Child Viktor sat on a curb in front of his alley, holding a Styrofoam cup with 'Change' scribbled on the side. He didn't feel like hiding his wings or tail today, so the cup was empty, despite that there were more people than usual walking past him. Stupid, racist bastards, he thought, frowning as a group of nuns walked past him. None of them even spared him a second glance.
That was the last straw. Viktor stood up, scowling. He spread his wings angrily, and let out a low, guttural growl, then looked at the nuns. "Doesn't your religion teach tolerance and kindness to others?" he yelled, infuriated. "Hypocritical bitches..."
The nuns frowned. They looked scared, but one of them stepped forward and said, "Our religion also teaches that demons are evil creatures, not worth pity."
Viktor growled, and turned down his alley, walking away briskly. I am NOT a demon... he thought bitterly, cursing the nuns silently. ((See you in the rp! ^_^ ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 2:57 pm
 Sukaaretto Jonson
Red ears twitched as the delicate sound of wings fluttering overhead pierced the silent air and blue eyes upsurved the city below the tall rooftops. (Hm...this city is strange...strange indeed.)The woman thought, reaching in to her pocket and pulling out a small slip of paper. Sukaaretto read the name, burning it in to her memory so she could carry out her assignment as her sharp eyesight catch the sight of the male she was supposed to exacute stiffy stumbling his way though the empty park.(Hm, well, better get this over with.) She sighed, leaping from the rooftop and landing on a tree branch, which helped propell her forward.
As she crouched in the thick bushes surrounding a small lake where the man had stopped, she accidently snapped a twig, making her target whip around, looking in to the bushes as he shouted, "Who's there?" She rolled her eyes, stepping silently from the bushes, her hands on her hips as he sneered at her, "Who are you supposed to be half breed?!" He said,his expression suddenly angry. Sukaaretto clicked her tongue as her hand reached for her swords and she flashed a smile, "I'm Sukaaretto Jonson and I'll be your assassin tonight!" There was a bright flash of moonlight and a loud scream pierced the cool air next, stopping with a loud SLASH.
((her thought needs to be in italics and not in brackets. you have a few spelling mistakes but the rping is good. however your profile was not acceptable for the race, everyone who had a special charactre has emailed me for a special request and it was accepted, your unfortunatly is not))
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 4:53 pm
(I'm sorry, can i redo my post?)
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 11:18 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 11:41 am
 Sukaaretto Jonson
Green eyes overlooked the large city below the high rooftops. Cars on the streets sounded their horns and people could be heard yelling from inside the cars. Sukaaretto silently clicked her tongue in thought as she uncovered a small piece of paper from within her shirt. The strong moonlight of the full moon shone down on the small white material, making the black ink glow as the name of a man appeared, written in a neat hand. "Hm, now, this is the right place where I should look, but I wonder where this Samual can be..." The girl mummered to herself, looking out over the city once more. A sudden movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention and she smirked as she watched her target stumbled drunkly through the empty park, falling face down next to the lake. "This'll be quite easy..." Sukaaretto whispered, jumping down and starting for the park. She stayed silently to the shadows,, keeping herself hidden incase he was a violent drunk and he had a knife on him. Stopping within some dark bushes near why the man had passed out, she crouched and waited, listening silently to Samual's breathing. She almost laughed to herself when she found him asleep and she shook her head. Slipping silently from the bushes, Sukaaretto made her way over to the man and a gave a soft, almost sad sigh, "It's almost no fun, I like it when my target puts up a fight." She shrugged, taking out one of her swords, "Oh well, it's better this way." She said and there was a loud whoosh of wind, followed by the sickly noise of the man's head being cut off, then, the night was went silent again. ((well done, see you in the rp))
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